Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 - English poetry |
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Page 85
... thought sweet , As time requires for my behove , Methinks they are not meet . My lusts they do me leave , My fancies all be 3 fled ; 1 Fetch , Ed . 1567 , " set . ” 2 Work . * The editor of Reliques of Anc . Poetry has given some ...
... thought sweet , As time requires for my behove , Methinks they are not meet . My lusts they do me leave , My fancies all be 3 fled ; 1 Fetch , Ed . 1567 , " set . ” 2 Work . * The editor of Reliques of Anc . Poetry has given some ...
Page 89
... thoughts to cease ; And he speaks best , that hath the skill When for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaves us at death ; Our kinsmen at the grave : But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have . Wherefore , for virtue's ...
... thoughts to cease ; And he speaks best , that hath the skill When for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaves us at death ; Our kinsmen at the grave : But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have . Wherefore , for virtue's ...
Page 90
... Thought hath thrill'd and thrown his spears , To hurt the heart that harm'd him not ; And groaning Grief hath ground forth tears , Mine eyne to stain , my face to spot ; What wonder then though you do see Upon my head white hairs to be ...
... Thought hath thrill'd and thrown his spears , To hurt the heart that harm'd him not ; And groaning Grief hath ground forth tears , Mine eyne to stain , my face to spot ; What wonder then though you do see Upon my head white hairs to be ...
Page 98
... thoughts thy thoughts do wear , Thy truth , thy faith may nought avail For thy good will . Why should thou so Still graft where grace it will not grow ? Alas , poor heart , thus hast thou spent Thy flowering time , thy pleasant years ...
... thoughts thy thoughts do wear , Thy truth , thy faith may nought avail For thy good will . Why should thou so Still graft where grace it will not grow ? Alas , poor heart , thus hast thou spent Thy flowering time , thy pleasant years ...
Page 104
... thought was free , my heart was light , I marked not who lost , who saught , I play'd by day , I slept by night , I forced not who wept , who laught ; My thought from all such things was free , And I myself at liberty . I took no heed ...
... thought was free , my heart was light , I marked not who lost , who saught , I play'd by day , I slept by night , I forced not who wept , who laught ; My thought from all such things was free , And I myself at liberty . I took no heed ...
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Page 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Page 336 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, — Stab at thee he that will,...
Page 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 351 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 364 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise...
Page 220 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 383 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Page 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Page 384 - Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.